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[fabrecation]

[Sup, Luceti. There's a certain redhead walking to the bakery.

A certain redhead who's wearing nothing but briefs.

Every now and then, he appears to tug at something below his wrist with a little frown before moving on ahead casually, as if he doesn't even realize that he's pretty much half naked.

At least he's got the body for this kind of thing.]



((ooc: Luke is following The Emperor's New Clothes, although instead of believing his clothes are invisible to those who are stupid or unfit, he just thinks he's actually wearing very nice clothes.))

Comments

[action] guy's a chronic liar don't you know

[fabrecation]

[That just makes a chill run up Luke's spine. He presses his lips together, frowns up at Van, then pulls the shirt over his head in a way that might seem defiant. He'll speak before it even comes past his face - ]

No, just... don't, okay?!

[action] guy's nothing but an amateur

[faterecanted]

There. [Once Luke has the shirt on, Van pinches the fabric at the shoulders and straightens it a bit. His are considerably wider than Luke's, and the fit isn't at all right. The gesture doesn't appear sinister. Instead it has overtones of brotherly or perhaps paternal affection. It's gentle. It's caring.

Which is exactly what makes it so vicious and insidious.] Much better. Let's not give anyone reason to be upset with you, hm?

[action] which means these are real muscles gdit

[fabrecation]

[Luke looks away from his master again as he fixes the shirt for him, which hangs past his underwear and even past his hands. He looks like such a kid in this thing... And the way Van's doing all of that -

Luke's spine straightens more, and the fact that it actually takes effort to step back and out of Van's reach just makes him disgusted with himself.]

... Right.

[action] no, it means he can only lie about some things. so they're fake.

[faterecanted]

[The amount of time it takes the replica to back away from him is gratifying, and also frustrating. It's so much more biddable than Asch is, and yet it's the one he doesn't want.

Although... perhaps he can separate them by using the replica... But he'll have to be careful. It wouldn't do to give Asch the mistaken impression that he wants the thing. Ha. This useless thing, that plays at being a person while still thinking like nothing more than a tool... As if he would. It's a failure on all counts.

A failure that he looks over with a benign, if indifferent, expression. Then he nods in apparent approval.]

I'll want that back later.

[action] how can muscles be fake anyway

[fabrecation]

[Luke doesn't answer. Not with a smile or a nod or any kind of agreement.

All he does is look up at him with a deep frown. What he wants to do is take off that shirt and throw it back at him: let's see how he'd like his shirt touched and worn by a useless replica. There's even a fire in his eyes that suggests how close he is to doing so. How dare he; how dare he make Luke want to hide from the world. He has no right.

Instead, he takes in a breath, then turns and heads back to his apartment. He can get what he was coming for later. Much later, hopefully when Van is out of the vicinity.]